Thursday, July 21, 2011

Cup cakes

They were oval, but needed to be round. Although he had placed all the ingredients carefully into the mixer and stirred them slowly while smiling triumphantly at their wonder, they had still come out of the oven oval. The man walked tense over to the cookbook that lay open at the dinner table, and noticed another book that was standing a few millimetres out of the perfect line on his bookshelf. He was irritated now, at having to deal with that rebellious book, and placed it gently into the large trash can standing next to his bookshelf, allowing it to join Foucault, Nietzsche and Aristotle. They had been rebellious too. He moved to the dinner table and read the instructive words again: "Place dough into cups and cook for eight minutes in the oven at 200 degrees Celsius". He had done that, and had even put two timers in the kitchen at exactly eight minutes and zero seconds to be sure that the cakes would come out round. But they were oval. The man opened a trash can standing next to his oven and emptied the tray of cup cakes into it. He then cleaned the mixer and began reading the cooking instructions on his dinner table once again.